| Life lived with blinders on
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| Only looking out for number one
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| Radio’s skewed to his point of view
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| Of the good old days when the good ol' boys ruled
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| Winter came, the workplace changed
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| They’re not allowed to pontificate
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| Hate speech used to be «shootin' the shit»
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| 'Til the snowflakes covered their bully pulpit
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| Trapped in the ignorance
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| We’re living in our own prison system
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| Walls up, keep the wolves at bay
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| Barricades
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| Barricades
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| White flight, a new estate
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| They gotta keep their little princess safe
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| Up in the hills with a long commute
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| No boogeyman to ruin their gorgeous purview
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| Round the clock surveillance
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| Keep an eye on seedy elements
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| You built a fortress to keep us out
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| Could you ever be convinced that it’s keeping you in?
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| Tear down entitlement
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| Superiority’s a prison complex
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| Privilege was cooked up by the rich — oh, prisoner
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| Been a long time on the inside
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| Been a long time locked in our own minds
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| This is denial, this is our bliss, to live as prisoners
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| Been a long time on the inside
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| Been a long time locked in our own minds
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| This is denial, this is our bliss, to live —
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| I don’t know how to break out
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| I was a middle class kid from the middle west
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| I was the quintessential, sheltered innocent
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| I didn’t know what segregation meant —
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| I didn’t have to know — the world I knew
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| Was white as snow
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| And so I look back now at these severed towns
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| All the hate they spread, simply not spreading out
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| Fuck this denial, fuck their ignorant bliss
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| Barricades
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| Barricades |